Tyrant Wants Matrilocal Marriage

The gentle breeze rippled the eyes of praying for water.

Under the night sky, the girl's face was as white as jade, and her beautiful eyes condensed the little monk.

The little monk stepped back quickly, and then drew his sword out again, facing the sword of Yunxi.

Yunxi's martial arts are not only a little higher than that before January!

The little monk frowned tightly, but he was surprised for the first time. When he saw Yunxi for the first time, he only knew that Yunxi could have such internal power at a young age, but he never considered that her martial arts still had room to rise!

Yunxi whirled rapidly in the air and pierced the little Shami's sword with extreme speed!

The Cang tree outside Yangnan palace was cut off by the sword edge, and the little Shami's sword had already flown to the broken wood. The little monk soared up, stepped directly on the sword end of Yunxi, and stared at her.

For the first time, he looked at Yunxi seriously: "Kyoto Yunfu is not superior in martial arts."

Yunxi raised his eyes, looked at the little monk under the moon, and talked and smiled: "Yunfu? You know a lot. Yunxi thought of competing with you for the first time, but you gave up the competition with Yunxi."

The little monk snatched up his sword, slapped into Yunxi and smiled: "at that time, although your skill was above ten thousand people, it was not above me."

Yunxi's palm met the little monk's palm. The wind disturbed her hair, and her voice was ethereal: "some people are gifted here, others rely on the efforts of the day after tomorrow. This means that master thinks Yunxi belongs to that kind?"

The palm wind hit the little monk on the shoulder.

The little monk retreated and looked down at the blood stain on his shoulder: "talent?"

The moonlight shines.

With a clear moonlight in her eyes, the girl looked around and outlined a smile on her lips: "I've thought a lot in this month. If I rely on Beiyuan alone, I want to achieve my goal. It's too far, too far, and it's not worth it. I sacrificed myself and implicated others. It's better to be myself... I just came to Beiyuan and Yunxi learned too much, too much."

"You still didn't answer." the little monk came towards Yunxi.

Yunxi caught the little monk's palm with one hand and hit him directly in the abdomen with the other.

Bang

The little monk was shot down directly on the broken wood.

Her pink dress rippled under the moon and went towards the little monk step by step: "the lifeline of Beiyuan, but so."

She smiled softly.

However, the little Shami also welcomed her smile: "qingluan, you can't take it with you around long Ziqing."

Yunxi was stunned: "he -"

The little monk smiled and said, "it's the responsibility of Princess qingluan to fight for Beiyuan instead of the former qingmo. You can't take Princess qingluan away, do you understand?"

Under his sleeve, Yunxi knew that the cold sweat had come out of his palm.

She looked at Yangnan palace and smiled: "she is qingluan, not qingmo."

Gentle smile, that more and more clear beauty.

The little monk fixed his eyes, but he was in a trance: "the girl's appearance... Has changed too much compared with that before January. It is very much like a person in Wenzhi's mouth, but she is not as beautiful as her."

Yunxi's side eyes looked at the little monk lightly: "who do you think you look like?"

The forbidden army approached Yunxi with a sword.

The little monk smiled, "the God of war painted the river."

Yunxi frowned for a moment, but she smiled leisurely. Together with a person who had never seen Huaxi, did she feel that her face was close to Huaxi?

Yunxi raised his hand, touched his face and whispered, "the God of war once painted the river. My internal power is not as good as I am now."

The moon moves to the West.

The little monk was slightly stunned, but she was silent because of her words.

The skill of painting Creek is well known in all continents. But when Huaxi jumped off the moat, his life was lost, and his increasing ability was eliminated. At that time, the skill of Huaxi was really not as good as the four masters of Zhou. But the man in front of him could break his sword and hurt her in a month. Yunxi's martial arts are already higher than the former God of war - Huaxi!

Yunxi turned his back to the little monk, looked at the layers of forbidden troops chasing after him outside the dark, and the young man falling slowly in the air, and whispered, "Yan Ming?"

The little monk then looked at the sky and smiled: "Beiyuan, it has led to too many wars."

Yunxi skips to the lightness skill and directly stands to Yan Ming's side.

But Yan Ming looked down at the little monk under the tree: "Jiang, you lost her."

The little monk stood up with the broken wood and looked at Yan Ming on the roof without saying a word. The emotion in his eyes was already invisible to everyone.

Hualiang and luosang came and stood on the side of Yunxi respectively.

The little monk gently raised his sleeve and looked at the forbidden troops who rushed here: "put away the sword."

"But here they are!"

"I can't beat it." the little monk said with a bitter smile.

The commander of the forbidden army frowned, put away his long sword, and was so angry that he coagulated the person on the roof: "the emperor said, let you catch it alive! Now how can we make a job when we go back?"

The little monk turned his back and walked towards the depths of the darkness step by step.

The commander of the forbidden army stamped his feet and waved angrily, "go back!"

After many forbidden troops, the figure left quietly, but the little monk suddenly fell down. The forbidden army commander wanted to help him, but the little monk pushed him away.

He stood here and turned to look at the place where Yunxi had just been: "is it a talent or the day after tomorrow?"

With a long smile, he took the lamp from one side of the forbidden army, directly stepped on the horse, and walked away alone.

Gallop with horses, but the halo of the lamp is not extinguished and bright in the wind.

That day, when ninsiloh came to find him, he fixed him and bound him in the house without ten moves. The person who is growing up is not only Yunxi, but also Wenzhi... Ah.

The little monk dismounted and headed for the hut.

Before entering the hut, he was in a trance.

Xizhou robbed Yunxi and killed the former Emperor, so why is Yunxi in the hands of the people of Eastern Shu? Is Xizhou unwilling to want Yunxi again? Or did Dongshu save Yunxi?

Holding the lamp, the little monk whispered, "didn't qingluan lie? Maybe it wasn't the man killed by Wenzhi?"

Squeak——

The door of the hut opened.

The little monk raised his eyes and looked, "are your eyes still painful these days?"

The handsome man stood under the thatched cottage, but his eyes on the handsome beauty face were tied by white brocade. He was dressed in black, raised his hand and touched the door frame, saying softly, "what's the matter with her?"

The little monk walked up to him and said slowly, "I left with Dongshu. It's all right for the time being."

"Long Ziqing asked you to find her."

"I can't come back. You know her temperament."

Chu Lin'an was stunned, and then firmly fastened the door frame: "yes... Back... Can't come back..."

The moment the little monk entered the house, he turned over lightly: "qingluan identified Ning Xiluo to kill the former Emperor. Because Yunxi left, the people all thought that the death of the former Emperor was related to her. Since the war began, Yunxi could not live safely in the state of Zhou. Perhaps it is best to go to Dongshu."

"I don't believe Yunxi will kill the first emperor with Ning Xiluo..." Chu Lin'an said coldly.

It was dark inside the hut, but the light in the little monk's hand lit everything.

The smoke came up from the cellar and smiled when he looked at the little monk: "it doesn't matter whether it is true or false. What matters is whether the world wants it to be true or false." under the halo, the face disappeared.